Milos came over to me a few days ago while I was feeding the bottle kid, laid down beside me and closed his eyes. That is how he told me he wasn’t feeling well. We kept an eye on him and noticed he wasn’t chasing cars along the fenceline like he usually does. Taking our guardian dogs to the vet isn’t an option. They are unmanageable. 150 pounds each of ‘don’t touch me’. We tried to lure him into the barn with food. He knew something was up and refused to go in. The next day we were finally able to capture him in our sheep handling area. One of the baby goats crawled through the fencing and kept him company. Brian cornered him and laid on him while our vet gave him a sedative. While he was knocked out, he got a thorough assessment, his matted fur trimmed and a new flea collar. We weren’t able to get near either of them last year with a flea collar. He was found to have a tendon injury so will be on meds for a few days then hopefully good as new. I’m just glad our vet didn’t have to dart him! And FiFi still needs a new flea collar…